So there I was, all comfy and getting ready for bed, got myself all restful and ready to spend time with Abby, plugging her into my ears. Just as I lay down in the pleasure of my neck resting with my soft pillow.
Bed song for the night? Third Day - Love song.
Just after the first line, a knock on the door and MC comes in saying, "eh, you sleeping already?" I replied, "Oh just about, why ah?". "Oh nothing, so early. I just wanted to borrow your Ipod". I replied from the ease and comfort of my bed, "Oh, but I am just about to listen to it...(ponders for a bit)...nevermind, you can have it. I'll just go to sleep"
I think we're all going to have to take turns to book the ipod and well, at least it brings conversation together too. Somewhat, I felt good letting her have it. At least I was at piece. Or maybe I was just too tired. :)
Bed song for the night? Third Day - Love song.
Just after the first line, a knock on the door and MC comes in saying, "eh, you sleeping already?" I replied, "Oh just about, why ah?". "Oh nothing, so early. I just wanted to borrow your Ipod". I replied from the ease and comfort of my bed, "Oh, but I am just about to listen to it...(ponders for a bit)...nevermind, you can have it. I'll just go to sleep"
I think we're all going to have to take turns to book the ipod and well, at least it brings conversation together too. Somewhat, I felt good letting her have it. At least I was at piece. Or maybe I was just too tired. :)
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